Hope Poems - Poems about Hope

A banner flutters in miniature pride, stars frozen mid-waltz, stripes folding like gentle waves— a tiny chorus of red, white, blue. I imagine the seam of that paper flag, its edges serrated like hopeful teeth, waiting to bite into air, to sail across neighborhoods on whispered wings. Each star is a promise— a small light in a massive sky. Each stripe, a pulse: resilience, unity, churned...

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the candle of hope shines bright tonight thus burn its sweet light of hope once more with delight i am still sure the candle of hope once more...

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We walk this earth To find out what it's worth Chasing copper and gold Just watch a journey unfold I soak in the shimmering sea Spread out as if just for me There are heroes we meet And villains we must defeat There are secrets so obvious And truths so deceitfully devious There's value in a smile Even if it's only once in awhile There's pleasure in...

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At the end of the day, we’re all a part of the same sunset. ...

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The feel of a touch, the sound of a cry, the joy of hello, the sorrow of goodbye. We entangle, we combine we fall apart - but in the end, we get up and we try, try, try, to form a connection that doesn't end in absence. It all ends for those already absent. Be present,...

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I’ve known my mother since before I had a shape, when my soul — a seed of silent stars, was still searching for its furrow. I was an imperceptible vibration, a faint flicker in the chasm between being and not-being, and she — the only soil where I could take root. She never promised time would be gentle, but she gave me her...

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BIBLICAL MORNING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sunrise eastern horizon rainbow arching hope ...

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If can I hear the only voice of own Breathing sound at the top resounds room, The half rays of sun surround at dawn Sphere thousand birds morning as groom. At this time one sit on chair with table Writing about solitary that snare in day, Spell of life reduce,charm not stable, Now,neither ambitions nor joy make way. Unfruitful place where noone gather Is...

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If i fall there will be more With hope and love for all for sure I pillowed my hardest thoughts so i could hide in my dreams I fractured my guilt so sorrow could sing Never be content with what is missing Always ferment your anger, permitting Sure for what they forgot And try to claim in the dark what they bought...

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I am lost in a desert without love and I'm hoping for a sign from above. Oh, to be saved by a refreshing sup of clear water from a cool loving cup, but my chances look despairing and dire, and soon Lord, I believe I will expire. In front of me, I see an oasis, but do my...

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I have nothing to live for. I have nothing to die for. If I die today, it will be nothing If I live today, it will be for nothing...

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My dependence on walking cane, makes me older than my 80++ age, I wish I could walk more than sit for hours, Enjoy the walk along the ocean shore and greet the waves. I would love to be an active adult, Dance in the parties, swing few shots at pickleball game. The time of Providence...

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In a world with so much evil around us making many days difficult to cope… I am grateful that I will never lose my ability to hope. They can try through their hate their prejudice their bigotry to sow seeds of desperation, sorrow and doubt but no matter how much water they throw on the fire that is my hope they...

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Is There Light? Is there light in the darkness? Is there hope in the grief? Is there health in the sickness? Is there peace in the strife? Oh! The questions keep coming With their doubts and their fears. Can there be a way different A way that’s way out An escape from normality That can banish all doubt? Try reading the Bible About Jesus our Lord. Through his...

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The factories long disappeared, Silent structures still stay; And more drugs than dreams have appeared, In Kensington today. The north of the Ave has its shine, Less fine, southerly way; Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, In Kensington today. Six miles, in a small corner curled, “What matter?” you may say; Well, the world is here, here’s the world, In Kensington today. ...

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